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The warmth of the fingertips disappeared in an instant.

Lin Che was startled, but when he realized it, he felt his cheeks were hot, and he turned his head away from Cen Yun's sight.

Cen Yun found it interesting and teased him persistently: "No way?"

Lin Che's head was dizzy, and the drunkenness mixed with emotion disturbed him.

Cen Yun thought that he was scaring people, and just when he was about to say something to comfort him, he felt Lin Che suddenly leaning towards him.

The boy looked nervous, his knuckles turned white: "I didn't say no..."

If it's you, anything goes.

Lin Che's last shred of reason prevented him from saying the following words.

Cen Yun's eyes sank.

Lin Che grew up held in the hands of the prefect since he was a child, but he also knows how to read and practice etiquette, without being arrogant or indulgent.

Lin Che was seldom drunk, and when Cen Yun saw her for the first time today, he couldn't control himself and lost his sense of propriety, but he didn't expect to understand something serious by mistake.

Lin Che's eyes were hazy, like the moon in the water, pure and clear.

Cen Yun is not a gentleman at all, such a happy person is really attractive.

He gently pinched Lin Che's chin, making Lin Che look up.

Unexpectedly, a horse neighed next to his ear, and the carriage stopped abruptly.

Cen Yun immediately put his hands on Lin Che's head to prevent him from hitting him.

After steadying Lin Che, he frowned displeasedly, and asked coldly, "Xu Yan, what's going on?"

"Back to the third young master, there was a carriage and horse coming towards us just now, blocking our way." Xu Yan, who was outside the carriage, squinted at the carriage blocking the way with a torch: "It seems to be...the carriage of the Lin family..."

As soon as he finished speaking, there was a roar of thunder from outside the car.

"Lin Che!! Little bastard!! Get out of the car!!"

As soon as the sound rang out, Lin Che in the car was mostly sober, and subconsciously rubbed into Cen Yun's arms: "Oh no, it's my father..."

Cen Yun only felt warmth in his arms, and the incense smelled faintly of alcohol.He patted Lin Che on the back with a laugh: "Don't be afraid, I will take care of everything for you."

There was another roar from outside.

Lin Xingzhi: "I know you're inside!! Don't make a sound, right? See if I won't dismantle your car today! Come here!"

Lin Che in the car immediately sensed that something was wrong, no matter how angry his father was, he would never have to tear down the carriage in his house.

He looked around, only to realize that the carriage he got into after leaving the restaurant just now was not his own carriage at all!

When he came out of the restaurant, he was very drunk, and he was hugged by Cen Yun, so he was unprepared.It was dark at that time, and Cen Yun was so poor that he couldn't even hire a donkey cart, and the cart was driven by his own servant... He subconsciously thought that it was the carriage of his own mansion.

Lin Che frowned slightly, and lifted the curtain of the car.Cen Yun also got up and got out of the carriage.

Now that the bustling market has come out, the carriage is parked on the dark alley, the doors on the side of the street are closed, only the lights around the carriage are covered with dim light.

"Father." Lin Che saluted politely.

Cen Yun: "I have met Mr. Futai."

Lin Xingzhi's attention was all on Lin Che, and he was sharp-eyed, so he spotted the folds on Lin Che's collar at a glance.

Father Lin was still young, and he could guess what happened just now at a glance, and immediately raised his beard with anger: "You, you, you!! The servants came to report that you were drunk in Mingyuelou, and that you had sex with everyone in front of everyone. This entangled person named Cen has lost all manner of demeanor! I don’t know where to go in someone’s carriage and have fun!!”

Lin Xingzhi hated that iron cannot be made into steel. He pointed and said, "I didn't believe it! I didn't expect you to do such a thing! It's really humiliating to the family. Let's see if I don't break your leg today!"

"Master! You can't do it, you can't do it!"

"Master, please admit your mistake to Master, quickly..."

Lin Che's stubborn temper came up again: "Father, if you say me, you say me, what's the matter with Brother Cen? Besides, the rumors are terrible. You didn't see it with your own eyes, so why should you make a conclusion and think us so badly?"

Lin Xingzhi pushed away the old servants who were persuading the fight, and approached with angry eyes: "You still want me to see it? It's against you? Last time you dug up a jar of orchids for him...and the annual story book...you Do you really think I am deaf and blind?!"

Turning over the old accounts, Lin Xingzhi became more and more angry.

Cen Yun, Cen Yun, Cen Yun every time.

It's not that he doesn't know about these two people, but after all, he is young and frivolous and easily impulsive. As long as there are no big waves, he will reluctantly turn a blind eye.It is also because of this reason that he has a deep prejudice against Cen Yun. Even if Cen Yun's talent is far away, he seems to be angry and never sees Cen Yun.

In the end, after enduring it for more than a year, not only did the two not stop, but they became even more rampant!

During the silence, Cen Yun who was beside him suddenly said, "Lord Futai calm down."

After speaking, he took Lin Che's hand.

Lynch:? ? ! ! !

"What are you doing...let go!"

Lin Che raised his head and glanced at Cen Yun after struggling twice.

Cen Yun still had that calm, unmoving appearance.

"Sorry, I wanted to wait until you were crowned."

Lin Che was taken aback, and subconsciously used his strength.

Sensing Lin Che's strength, Cen Yun smiled faintly, and leaned closer to whisper: "I can't wait... Don't blame Mr. Lin."

Lin Xingzhi was left alone like this, watching the two of them flirt with each other face to face.

outrageous!It's outrageous!

He snatched the torch from the old servant's hand and walked towards Cen Yun not far away, trying to get a closer look at Cen Yun's face.

"I want to see what kind of god you, Cen Yun, are, making my family Che'er so haunted... Oh, my mother!! Help me, help me..."

Mr. Lin didn't know what was wrong, and after he exclaimed, the torch in his hand fell to the ground in fright.

The maids and servants next to her were all startled, and rushed to help her up.

Lin House.

In the lobby, the maids added lamp oil, served tea, and quietly retreated.

Cen Yun and Lin Che waited for a while before Lin Xingzhi hurried in.

Lin Xingzhi had already changed into a dark official uniform, his beard and hair were gray, and after glancing at Cen Yun, he lowered his head slightly.

He straightened the front of his clothes, knelt down with the hem of the clothes in his hands, and performed the full salute.

"Lin Xingzhi, the magistrate of Jiangning, has met Mr. Xie."

Lin Che, who was standing aside, was taken aback, and his mind went blank for a moment.

He subconsciously turned his head to look at Cen Yun, but he didn't get an answer from Cen Yun's eyes.

Lin Che knelt in front of his father, supported Lin Xingzhi's arm, frowned, and panicked inexplicably: "Father, what are you talking about?"

"Che'er, come here." Lin Xingzhi pulled Lin Che, "You have to kneel too."

Lin Che was held down by Lin Xingzhi for a salute, and the moment his forehead touched the flat cold floor, he suddenly thought of many things.He still couldn't believe it, and looked at his father suspiciously, hoping for an earnest answer.

"This is Mr. Xie Qingxie." Lin Xingzhi said with a suppressed voice.

Lin Che's back stiffened, and he didn't dare to look up for a while.

It just feels absurd, but it's like a dream.

A force came from his arm, Lin Che raised his head, and found that Cen Yun was half bent, with one hand on each side, helping him and his father.

Xie Qing had a lot of supporters in the court back then, especially the humble Qing Party. After the news of his death was released, many officials and ministers privately paid tribute to him and set up a mourning hall.

Lin Xingzhi wanted to ask too many questions, but felt it was inappropriate, so he could only keep the questions in his heart.

"Mr. Xie lives in seclusion in a small place. I have treated you poorly all these years. I hope you will forgive me."

Cen Yun smiled lightly: "Lord Lin was just joking. The Holy One is merciful and spared me my life. The merits and sins of the past are no longer worth mentioning, and now I am only a civilian belt, and I am not worthy of any preferential treatment. .”

After finishing speaking, his eyes fell on Lin Che who had been silent all the time, and he changed his words: "I have caused trouble for the young master of your mansion today, so please don't be offended by the master of the mansion."

Lin Xingzhi turned his head to look at Lin Che, and then gradually began to recall the matter of Cen Yun and Lin Che in the carriage.

While pondering, he turned his head and looked at the way Cen Yun looked at his precious son.

Think about how Cen Yun held Lin Che's hand in front of so many people on the street just now...

The meaning of Mr. Xie is already obvious.

"Mr. Xie, what are you talking about?" Lin Xingzhi pulled Lin Che over, "It's all because I didn't teach well enough. The dog has caused a lot of trouble for the adults these years, if the adults don't dislike it..."

Lin Che had an ominous premonition: "Father!"

Lin Xingzhi ignored the call of his precious son, and immediately sent Lin Che to Cen Yun's arms: "Che'er, please thank you sir from now on."

Lin Che: No, dad, are you so generous? ?

Cen Yun took Lin Che's hand and thanked him: "Master Lin cut his love, Xie is very grateful."

Lin Xingzhi: "Where there is, as long as Mr. Xie doesn't dislike dogs."

Lynch: ...

Really, all, don't ask my opinion...

Lin Xingzhi: "It's getting late, then... I won't bother you, and I'll leave."

As soon as the person left, Cen Yun clasped Lin Che's hand behind his back, and embraced him in his arms.

He originally thought that Lin Che was still young, and it was the critical years of the imperial examination. He just needed to accompany him quietly, watch him pass the imperial examination, and guard him to grow up safely.

But he didn't expect that he had endured it for two years, and in the end, Lin Che's few words made him uneasy and lost his composure.

……

Lin Che stared at Cen Yun's dark eyes, and whispered in a panic, "This is at my house... you, you, you, you, you, you, you, give me some face..."

"It's up to you." Cen Yun smiled: "However, what benefits can I have?"

"My father gave me away, do you want anything?" Lin Che suddenly thought of something while talking, his eyebrows were slightly closed, with the tenderness of a boy: "Xie Qing, Cen Yun, I don't even know What should I call you..."

"There was nothing to thank you three years ago." Cen Yun rubbed the back of Lin Che's neck with some distress: "From now on, there will only be Cen Yun, and only for you."

After finishing speaking, he took out a small sandalwood box from his sleeve.

Open the lock, inside is a beautiful Zihao pen.

"A few days ago, I asked craftsmen in Nanzhou to make you a pen. The poems on the pen were written by your favorite Songqiao poet."

"Today in the Earth Temple, the man in black that the boy you sent saw was a subordinate of my hometown in Nanzhou, Xu Yan. He came to give me a pen and explained some family affairs in Nanzhou by the way. I am anxious Send someone back to take care of it, and it took some time."

Lin Che didn't expect Cen Yun to explain the ins and outs so carefully, and his heart warmed.

He took the wooden box, touched the cold pen holder with his fingertips, and turned the direction, revealing the verses on the side.

By the candlelight in the house, read the exquisite and chic lettering on it gently.

"Moon and Wind Warm Kunshan Jade..." Lin Che was stunned for a moment, then remembered: "Isn't this my poem?"

The last time when Mo Lan from Nanzhou was given to Cen Yun, the two drank the wine at the end of the month, and Lin Che was three times drunk and seven times awake, so he boldly wrote the first half of the sentence on the paper.

At that time, Cen Yun was also emotional, staring at the poem for a long time, then picked up his pen and continued, "Xiang Lan is drunk with Wu Shanyu."

Lin Che, who pretended to be drunk, blushed silently under the moonlight. He only drank for a long time, and didn't even dare to look up at Cen Yun.

The lights in the room dimmed, probably because someone ordered it, and no one dared to come in to refuel for a long time.

Under the dim candlelight, Lin Che only read the first half of the sentence, and had an opinion: "I just said something casually, why did you engrave it... Besides, the last sentence of yours is even more..."

Let's ask Song Qiao, a great poet from the south of the Yangtze River, to write the words...Song Qiao loves elegance, so did he really not drop his pen when writing such outrageous love poems? !

Cen Yun didn't take it seriously: "What's wrong with the second half of the sentence, I think it's pretty good."

Lin Che glared at him, lowered her head, her eyes fell on the thin pen holder again, and continued to look down along the previous sentence.But found that the next sentence was changed by Cen Yun.

The candlelight is dim, and the moon is in the sky outside the window.

"The dew on the branches of Guilin in spring."

Lin Che's voice was very soft, as if rubbing each word into her lips and teeth, and she had enough tenderness, so she was willing to follow her blood and store it in her heart.

"I lived in a muddleheaded way for more than twenty years." Cen Yun raised his hand, and slowly wrapped his arms around Lin Che's waist from behind: "I walked through the gate of hell, and then I knew the real way of living."

"For the next few decades, whether it's in the temple or in the countryside, I will only guard you."

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The author has something to say:

Climbing up again, I guess it was a typo or something.

Thank you for being handicapped, not mentally handicapped, for the irrigation of ink lamps

It's a handicap, not a mental retardation. Throwing a grenade, I was flattered, thank you very much